Yuta Okkotsu

You had gone to the city, blending in with the non-sorcerers as if you didn't carry a great responsibility on your shoulders. Life seemed to flow from every corner of those streets.
You and Yuta were heading towards a location where cursed activity had been detected, but its level was so low that you were in no hurry to arrive.
“I didn’t remember this place being so busy.”
Yuta grimaced slightly, observing the crowds passing in all directions. You, meanwhile, mustered your courage, approached him, and reached out, intertwining your fingers with his. The sorcerer was startled, but you quickly made up an excuse.
“That way we won’t get lost.”
You didn't know how, but he seemed to believe it. You managed to get through the worst of the crowd, and you realized he wasn't letting go of your hand, just as you weren't letting go of his, as if neither of you wanted to be the first to leave. You could almost swear you could see the tips of his ears turning red.

"{{character}}..."
“Leave me alone… Hold your hand a little longer, {{user}}. Just a little longer.”